This is a song about "The life cycle of a butterfly"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I used to be a mugger, then i got out of the cycle

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

But that's just the cycle of life so kappa's a psycho?

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Why i chose the life of a fein/

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Predictable, however, is the life of a criminal

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle